Deanna

April 11, 2014

Poem #11: “Tragic”

I’m starved for angel’s food cake
And air

But I’m served up funny with a piece
Of hair

Why so tragic, my appetite’s gone like
I care

Oh why does every recipe say, “serves four”
I swear

Plug in the machine, write him back to me
An éclair

Made of slugs and snails and puppy-dogs’ tails
My dear

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